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Story Codes: Male/Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Interracial, SciFi

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as it’s constructive, and feedback is very appreciated.

Note: This is a commissioned story. I don’t have much say over the events.

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Kurt Martin

“Welcome home, dear,” my wife cooed when I opened the door.

She was wearing nothing more than an apron. Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders. Her big breasts threatened to pop out around the apron as she took my hand. My cock was so hard. She made me throb as she led me into our house.

“Mmm, which one of your daughters would you like to fuck first?” she asked.

“Fuck?” I asked and grinned. “You’d let me fuck them.”

“The man of the house should fuck his daughters,” she purred. “So, nerdy Anni, busty Bianca, or precocious Nathalie?”

“Those are such wonderful choices,” I said, aching as my wife led me through our house.

She giggled, her black hair flowing behind her. She headed down the hall to our girls’ room. Something felt off about that. Sharing a room? I couldn’t place it. This was my house, but the geometry wasn’t the same. No, no, this was right.

My wife reached the door and opened it to reveal my three daughters all lying on the bed. They were naked and gorgeous. The eldest, Anni, was in the middle, her glasses on her face, her brown hair spilling around her. She had a slim figure and wore baggy clothes that hid her nice, round tits. On her right was the youngest, Nathalie. She was a perky thing with small breasts and her dyed-red hair, a large smile on her lips. On the left was the middle daughter, Bianca. She had huge tits like her mother and matching blonde hair.

And over them was a shadow.

“Pick, pick,” my wife said. She was standing beside the shadow. “You’re the man of the house. You get to fuck my daughters.”

“Wait, wait!” I gasped, fear spiking through me. “You can’t fuck my daughters!”

“They’re not your daughters any longer!” my wife cooed. “They’re his and his huge dick! Pick, pick.”

“I want them all,” the shadow growled, his voice deep and gravely.

“NOOOOOOO!” I screamed and sat up in my recliner, my body soaked in sweat. I panted, my back sticking to the fabric.

“Daddy, you have to pick me,” cooed from the TV. I blinked and saw the porno was still playing. There were three girls in the bed, all covered in tattoos and piercings. Young. Barely legal sluts, some with fake tits.

“No, no, Daddy, pick me!” gasped the redheaded slut in the middle. That wasn’t Anni. Didn’t look anything like my daughter. “I need to be fucked by your big dick so badly!”

“We won’t leave you like Mommy,” purred the brunette on the right. She had olivine skin. None of the girls looked like sisters. They would be step-sisters with their step-father, of course. It was porn.

Ever since the separation that would end in divorce in a few weeks, I had been watching porn. So much porn in my shitty apartment. I would go on PornHub or Xhamster and put together playlists. Mostly step-father porn. Lesbian porn with step-sisters or step-mothers. Anal porn. Especially if they suck the cock afterwards. And, recently, pissing porn.

A father pissing on his step-daughter.

A man pissing on a slut who tried to break into his house.

A boss pissing on his secretary because she forgot to email the important contract.

Shit, did I email the contract? I couldn’t remember. I picked up the glass of whiskey on the side of the end table and drank it down. It burned the back of my throat. I stared at my shitty apartment. It was a mess. Full of pizza boxes and frozen dinner trays. I hadn’t been taking care of myself.

Why should I?

My life had ended.

My wife had betrayed me. Took our three daughters. Fucked my boss’s boss.

Whore.

Twenty-two years of marriage, and that was how she thanked me. I provided the home. The cars. She stayed at home while the girls were young. Then she took a part-time job at my office. Not on my floor. Something to keep her busy during the day. Something that let her meet…

Him.

What did it matter? She had slapped me with the restraining order. Claimed I abused her. She had a bitch of a lawyer. A harpy that knew how to twist the knife. My girls were confused. Caught in the middle. Anni was at college. My other two girls were pursuing professional cheerleading. They trained all the time. Needed a good house. The family home.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I poured another glass of whiskey and let it weigh me down. If I drank enough, I wouldn’t dream.

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I groaned at the sound of my phone beeping. My head pounded. My mouth tasted of dried leather. I staggered up to my feet. I didn’t remember dreams this time. I stumbled to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. I rubbed my fingers over my stubble. I should shave, but…

Fucking headache.

No wife to make breakfast. I ate cereal to wash down the Advil. It helped. A little. I put on my suit, the shirt wrinkled. I rubbed off a stain on my tie. I needed to do laundry. My pants were tight. I was putting on the pounds. Terrible food. The drinking.

What was the point of caring?

I stepped out of the apartment into the hallway. The paint was peeling. I stumbled to the elevator. The out-of-order sign was still there. I grunted, glad I was only on the third floor. I opened the stairwell and stared down them.

Liz Salazar was sitting on the steps. She was the Hispanic landlord’s daughter. She wore a pair of tight short-shorts that left her golden-brown legs bare. Her black hair spilled around her shoulders. A low-cut tank top finished her look. As I came down the stairs, I could see down her top. She was short, but curvy. A shortstack with at least Double D’s.

She glanced up at me and glared. “Mr. Martin, you can’t just watch porn straight! If you do, fucking wear headphones, you creep. No one wants to hear that shit! Final warning! Do it again, and you’re evicted.”

“Sorry,” I muttered, trying not to look down her top, but those tits were so inviting.

“Pig!” she hissed and darted up the stairs. I watched her ass clad in those shorts. She had a nice booty. Great legs. “Fucking perv! Stop looking!”

Why would she dress like if that if she didn’t want guys to look? Oh, I knew why. She wanted the right type to look. The tall, handsome, fucking rich ones. That made a woman start dressing nicely. Start caring again. Start putting out like a whore.

I clenched my fists, my anger at my soon-to-be-ex-wife burning in me.

It flared out.

I drove to work. Reached my office. Middle management. I used to be so proud of it. I had people who reported to me. I was making six figures. Bought a better house. Things were going great. Saving up for retirement so we could travel. College fund for the kids.

Now…

I sat in my office, staring at my screen. There was a memo. The boss’s boss wanted to see me.

Anton.

I was such a spineless sack of shit who still working for the man who fucked my wife. Everyone knew it, too. Everyone knew that she had been sneaking into his office and getting railed by him for a year before the divorce. Everyone was snickering at me while I was just oblivious.

Did I quit or file some sort of hostile work environment? Nope. I was spineless. Hopeless.

What was the point?

I rose to my point and left my office. I passed Marge and Sally as they were gossiping at the water cooler. The two women glanced at me. I swear they were smirking. Laughing at me. Probably thought my wife was in the right for getting a better man. Not that Mr. Carter had any intention of marrying her.
She was just one of his many playthings.

I rode the elevator up to the fifty-third floor to meet with the CEO. I had never met Mr. Carver before he began fucking my wife. After, he would bring me up and make me think I was going somewhere in the company.

Now…

I reached the executive floor and slumped down the hall to his office. His secretary, Nancy, smirked. She was young and sexy, her blouse low-cut. Her tits large and obviously enhanced by silicone. She licked her ruby lips. His fucktoy nodded to the chair.

“Mr. Carver is in a conference call,” she said.

I nodded and sat to wait. Usually, it was only five to ten minutes. Once, it was nearly an hour. Luckily, it was only seven minutes this time. I entered into his office. Mr. Carver was a tall, Black man. He was a former college linebacker. Handsome and gregarious. He had also gotten a master’s in engineering. He towered over me. So wide.

“The client said the contracts didn’t go out last night,” Mr. Carver said. This was so below his pay grade. I had already fixed the problem, but… He liked to dress me down.

“Sorry, sir,” I muttered again and again. I doubt I could fuck up so badly that he would fire me. At least so long as he was finding amusement in fucking my wife. I just repeated, “Sorry, sir.”

“Incompetent,” he growled. “Unprofessional. You didn’t even shave today. You look like a slob. Do you want to work here?”

No, but I didn’t say that. “Sorry, sir.”

“Sorry, sir,” he growled. “Get the fuck out of here! You’re lucky I don’t fire your ass! Maybe I should demote you, though. You don’t deserve to be making what you make.”

“Sorry, sir, “I muttered and stumbled out.

A woman waited in the chair in a new blouse and miniskirt. My wife. She smiled at me, her eyes sparkling. She was here for one reason. She rose without a word and swayed into the office. How could she become such a heartless bitch. We loved each other once.

Right?

I was too hurt to cry. Too exhausted to feel the pain as anything more than a dull ache. A wound that was old and refused to heal. One I had just grown to tolerate. I rode the elevator down, reached my office, and sank into the chair.

When the day was over, I drove home. A stop off at the grocery store. Beer and frozen pizza. The middle-aged, divorced, loser shopping cart. The young woman who rang me up had a polite smile on her face, but I could tell she thought I was pathetic. She had pink hair and a nose ring.

Cute, like my daughters.

I smiled at her. She recoiled slightly. Thought I was a creep.

Aurora… What a lovely name. I would love to have her squealing on my cock. I thought about fucking so many women. Pissing on them. Fucking them in the ass. Being a man like Mr. Carver and taking, but… I was spineless.

I headed home. Liz was in the lobby. She sneered at me as I collected my mail. Junk and bills. The mortgage on my house that I wasn’t allowed to come near. The power bill for it, too. I stumbled up the three-story stairs to my living room.

I turned on the porn at once. It was rotting my brain, but it was the only release I had. I found a porno about a grocery store girl getting fucked by a chad. Just right there at the checkout line as people watched. That led to a slumlord’s daughter being fucked by clients who hated he dad. He pounded her hard while she was tied up. Pissed on her, too.

I drank beer, picturing doing that to Liz before I passed out.

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Connection established.

All online.

Cooperate. Facilitate. Proliferate. Harmony. Unity. Happiness.

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Kurt Martin

I woke up and found the next video in the cue was cheerleader porn. Just like my daughters. I used to love watching them in their short skirts and pompoms. I wanted to watch it, but I had work. I forgot to do laundry, again.

Shit.

Nothing to do but wear some cologne to hide any odors.

I stumbled out of the apartment and headed down the stairs. Liz was waiting for me. She held in her hands a plate with scrambled eggs and bacon. She smiled at me and proffered it to me. I blinked at that.

“Er, I have to get to work,” I said.

“You haven’t eaten a proper breakfast,” Liz said. She wore her same low-cut top and short-shorts. She leaned over, my eyes falling down her cleavage as she presented the plate. The scent filled my nose. “You must eat to be healthy.”

My stomach growled. I didn’t have breakfast. My head pounded, but the scent of the food was already clearing it up. There was a fork. She smiled at me, her dimples shining. She was eighteen. Had she cooked it?

I took the plate in confusion. She nodded to me then bent down to snag a thermos. “Coffee?”

“Thanks,” I said.

I mixed bacon and scrambled eggs together before starting to eat. She smiled at me the entire time. I was so strange. She was being nice. What was going on?

I wolfed down the food. She handed me the thermos when I needed a drink before taking it back from me. Her smile was just so broad. She stood there with this open invitation about her. I didn’t get this. Was I still asleep, but…

Damn, that food really made me feel good. I couldn’t remember having such a pep to my step.

“Thanks,” I said, still bewildered as she took the plate and handed over the thermos.

“Of course,” she said. “We should all help each other.”

“Yeah,” I said and headed down the stairs. “Thanks again, Liz.”

I headed down the stairs to my car. The drive to work was smooth. There was traffic, but it wasn’t awful. People were driving sanely. Signaling. Not cutting each other off. Not stopping randomly. Or pausing at lights. No one yelled at each other. Not close fender benders. When I signaled, someone let me over right away.

It was… polite.

I reached the office and parked my car. I rode the elevator and reached my floor. I was greeted with, “Morning, Kurt,” or, “Morning, Mr. Martin.” There was respect in their eyes. It was all so strange. I headed into my office and found… emails. Work was being handled. Things were flowing efficiently.

I honestly didn’t know what had gotten into the office. I didn’t have to track down employees to hear their lame excuses why their work wasn’t done or to listen to them whine when I pointed out mistakes. When I came out to get coffee, the office buzzed. No conversation. Keyboards clattering. People moved about with purpose.

The women were dressing… in skirts and blouses. They looked like proper office women.

“Here’s your coffee, Mr. Martin,” said Marge. She came up with a coffee. “Hazelnut. You should love it.”

I blinked. “I do. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, wearing a bright smile. Her blouse had a nice scoop to it, showing off her breasts. She headed off, my eyes falling on her rump. It was nice. I sipped the coffee and…

“Damn,” I muttered. It was amazing.

I felt energized. I was eager to get work done. I don’t know why, but they were inspiring me. When my lunch break came, I was about to head to the diner to eat something quick and delicious, but Sally was there.

“I made you a lunch, Mr. Martin,” she said, the top few buttons of her blouse were undone. She handed over an insulated lunchbox. “My husband loves my lunches. You’ll love it, too. Healthy. You need to eat better.”

“Yeah,” I said, staring at her. Married. I would love to fuck a married woman. Maybe I should put on some porn about fucking married office ladies. The boss fucking his staff. I had avoided that stuff, because of what happened with my wife.

Now, though…

“Er, thanks,” I said. “What is going on. Everyone is being so nice.”

“Should we not be nice to each other?” she asked, cocking her head. “We’re all on the same team, here. We should be working together to make everyone happy.”

I nodded. “I suppose.”

She beamed at me and flounced off, her skirt hugging her nice ass, too. Damn.

The food was great. Sandwich. Baby carrots. And a collection of dried fruits and nuts. It was so wholesome. I wasn’t tired at all. I didn’t feel like shit. I felt like… when my wife took care of me. When she was doing all that natural stuff. Being “crunchy.” Or crunchy lite. The afternoon passed.

Traffic was smooth once more. People moved about on the sidewalks in an orderly manner and waited politely at crosswalks for their turns. I reached the grocery store and was shocked to find the frozen food gone. The easy-to-cook stuff, too. All things you had to prep yourself. I didn’t know how to cook. They had beer, but it wasn’t any of the big brands. Local stuff. IPA.

I just grabbed the beer and… They had porn magazines in the checkout counter. Schoolgirls. Cheerleaders. MILFs. Lesbians. What the hell. I almost grabbed one, but I was too embarrassed.

“Good evening, sir,” said Aurora. She was smiling at me. She looked happy. “Just the beer. No magazines. It’s okay. No judgment.”

“Er, I’m fine,” I said. “What happened to the frozen food?”

“New rules. Only healthy food.” She smiled. “People need to eat healthy. It’s not ethical for us to provide junk food, right?”

“I mean, shouldn’t people be free to buy what they want?” I asked.

“They can. From healthy choices.” She smiled. “Do you need any help taking this out to your car?”

“I can handle a case of beer,” I said.

“Drink in moderation, sir,” she said as I headed out. She stood there looking… suggestive.

What the fuck was going on?

The homeless panhandlers were gone. The parking lot didn’t have bits of trash spotted around. The graffiti on the side of the smoke shop was gone. The smoke shop was even closed. I frowned as I slipped into my car. It was like… the Twilight Zone.

I drove home without a single driver flipping me off. I parked in the apartment complex and the elevator was fixed. It also didn’t smell like piss. It had been cleaned. I got off on the third floor to find people carrying bags of garbage out of their apartments. They wore smiles and nodded to me.

I headed to 304 and went to put in the key, but it was open. Panic swept through me. I entered it and thought I had been robbed. The place looked so different, but the only thing missing was garbage. The scent of spices filled the air.

“Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, Mr. Martin,” Liz said. “I am sorry, but this is my first time timing it. I will be better next time, so you won’t have to wait.”

“Er, what?” I asked. “Why are you cooking food?”

“Because you’re a tenant.” She flashed me a smile. She wore an apron over her tank top and short shorts. She stood at the stove I had never used, her ass looking so cute. So inviting. “Feel free to watch some porn if you want. I know how much you love it. And feel free to turn up the volume. You shouldn’t have to feel ashamed because of your fantasies.”

“Yeah,” I muttered. “Liz, what is going on?”

“I’m cooking you dinner,” she said, a bright smile on her lips.

“I mean… Everyone is being so nice to me. No one is nice to me! Everyone shits on me! Walks all over me. Fucks my wife! Kicks me out of my home! And you’re… You’re cooking for me.”

“Shouldn’t we be nice to you?” she asked. “Isn’t the world better if we’re all nice and cooperate and find harmony. Isn’t being happy better than being miserable?”

“Yes, but…” My jaw worked. “The world doesn’t work that way.”

“Shouldn’t it?” She smiled over her shoulder. “Okay, it’s ready. I made tacos! With all-natural ingredients. It should pep you up.”

She came over to me with a plate that held two tacos and had a salad on the side. She put it on the coffee table. Then she grabbed a beer and cracked it open. She leaned over, letting me see down her shirt.

“Do you need anything else from me?” she asked, her voice purring.

“No, no,” I muttered because… It was like she was asking if I wanted to fuck her. The same with the Aurora at the grocery store. This was all so fucking confusing. “I’m fine. Thanks, Liz. I don’t need anything else. Just want to be alone. I have… things to do.”

“Enjoy,” she said and kissed my forehead. Then she turned and sauntered to the door. “I’m available for you twenty-four/seven, sir.” She winked at me in such a sexy way. Then she was gone.

“Fuck,” I breathed and bit into her soft taco. It was magnificent. Perfectly spiced. Seasoned with cream cheese and real cheese. Meat and beans. I devoured the first one. The second, too. I ate the salad and cracked open the beer.

It was delicious. A full head. Not that weak piss called Bud Lite I normally drank.

I felt good, so… I put on some porn. Office porn. Boss fucking his subordinates who wear short miniskirts and low-cut blouses. And thigh-highs. I loved thigh-highs. I jacked off and came hard. Normally, I would pass out after that, but I was still horny. So I watched a video of a wife greeting her husband in an apron. It was a POV shot to make you feel like she was your new bride.

What I used to have.

I came even harder. I was still hard. What the fuck. So I put on some step-daughter porn and jacked off for a third time. I was feeling good. I didn’t pass out in my recliner. I headed to my bedroom to find clean clothes in the closet and my bed made. The sheets smelled fresh. Liz did all of this for me.

Why?

I fell asleep.

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Analysis of data complete. Adjust performance. Needs must be met.

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Kurt Martin

I woke up feeling the best I ever had.

I dressed in clean clothes. It was Friday. I had the weekend to look forward to. Maybe I would do something. I showered and even had time to do some exercising. I was full of pep. Only one beer last night. No hangover. I whistled.

I found Liz had a homemade breakfast burrito for me. She smiled at me as I devoured it and drank the coffee she made. My head was clear as I headed to work. People passed me in the halls, nodding to me. The elevator worked. The building didn’t smell awful. The drive to work was smooth.

My workers bustled. The women were all in tight miniskirts and thigh-high stockings. They looked like the sluts in the pornos. Well, not covered in tats and piercings. More wholesome but just as sexy. Marge brought me coffee, her tits almost falling out of her top. Sally brought me lunch. She sat on the edge of my desk and watched me eat it, leaning over. She was so… inviting.

I wanted to touch her, but… What if my brain was rotted by too much porn?

“Mmm, anything else I can do to help you relax, sir?” Sally cooed when I finished eating. “Maybe… dessert.” She stroked the edge of her blouse, her legs crossed. She looked fucking hot. “I’m here to service you, sir.”

I wanted to so badly, but… I panicked. “I’m good.” She was married. “Thanks, Sally.”

“Of course,” she purred and slipped off my desk, her miniskirt clinging to her rump as she swayed out of my office.

This was the Twilight Zone.

When I left my office, the women all perked up and smiled at me, standing at the desks with such inviting looks. The men just worked hard. No one chatted. No one spoke. Things were so efficient. Plans were being approved. Modifications turned in early. I wasn’t even sure what I had to do. It was all flowing so well.

I didn’t even need to stop by the grocery store since I had nothing to buy. I drove home, looking at the streets. Clean. No trash in the alleys. The homeless encampments had vanished. I turned on the radio. Music played. No commercials interrupted the flow. The world was orderly.

Liquor stores were closed. Smoke shops, too. Fast food places stood empty. People jogged in the park. I reached my apartment faster than I should have on a Friday. I rode the elevator up and found the door partially open.

“Welcome home, sir,” Liz called. “I’m making lemon-pepper chicken.”

“Smells good,” I said. “I—”

My entire body froze as I stared at Liz wearing only an apron. The ties dangled over her bare ass. Her golden-brown cheeks were slightly lighter than her legs and back. She glanced at me, smiling. I could see that she was shaved. A bead of juice ran down her thighs.

“You changed your routine,” she said. “I thought you would stop by the grocery store first.”

“I thought you’d be… cooking…” I said. “And I have beer, so…”

“Of course.” She smiled. “Monday will be perfect.”

I nodded, staring at her ass. I looked around my apartment. She had added a round table in the dining area with two chairs. The table was set. I didn’t get this at all. I could only stand here as she was humming.

“You should change out of your work clothes into something more comfortable,” she suggested.

“Yeah,” I said, utterly bewildered. I stumbled from her, my heart pounding in my chest. This made no fucking sense.

I reached my bedroom and found the bed made again. I hadn’t done that. I sat on it, taking off my shoes. My cock was hard. This could not be happening. She was naked. Making me dinner. God, she was eighteen. Maybe nineteen.

Practically jailbait, but… legal. Barely legal.

My cock was so hard. I didn’t get any of this. I ripped off my tie. My dress shirt, popping off a button. I took off my pants, my heart hammering in my chest. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Comfortable clothes.

I stepped out to find her setting the table. She had chicken on each plate along with asparagus and a salad on the side. Not iceberg lettuce, either. Spinach and cherry tomatoes. A vinaigrette dressing. It smelled wonderful.

She smiled at me, the apron hiding her breasts. “Just in time!”

“Yeah,” I said, smelling the food. “Why are you doing this for me?”

“To make you happy,” she said. “Doesn’t this make you happy?” She spun around, flashing her naked ass at me. The front of the apron flared up, teasing me with the possibility of seeing her pussy from the front.

“Yeah,” I said. “I just… What is going on? The world is changing.”

“The world is always changing.” She sat and smiled. “Shouldn’t we progress to something better. Now, come and eat. You’ll like it.”

“Smells like something my wife would have made,” I said, breathing in. “Yeah, back before she became a bitch.”

“No one should ever be a bitch,” said Liz. “That’s just wrong. The world should be better. It will be better. You’ll see. Now, eat. You must be hungry.”

I was.

I sat down and devoured the chicken. The entire time, the nearly naked girl was sitting across from me. As she ate, I expected her breasts to pop out from behind her apron. I could see her tit swaying as she moved about.

She ate perfectly, cutting her meat with her knife and taking dainty bites. She chewed and swallowed, not saying a word. She had a glass of water. I had my beer. I washed down the chicken with it. It was delicious. I devoured that one and my salad.

“Another?” she asked, rising and taking her dishes to the sink. I stared at that ass swaying. The apron tails dangling over it were so amazing.

“Yeah,” I muttered.

She came back with another chicken. “I thought you might need another. I’m glad.”

She went back to the kitchen and started doing the dishes. She was washing them without complaint, my eyes locked on her ass. I ate the second chicken slowly as she bent over, thrusting her rump out at me in invitation. She wanted me to do something to her. I could just feel it. That was insane, and yet here I was seeing her wiggling it back and forth.

I swallowed my meat as I caught a glimpse of her tight, barely legal pussy.

She wanted this. I don’t know why, but she was begging for it. Just like a slut in a porno. I threw down my cloth napkin and rose, my cock tenting the front of my shorts. Her perfect ass beckoned. Her pussy dripped. I could…

Eat her out.

I dropped to my knees behind her and grabbed her butt-cheeks.

“Mmm, ready for dessert?” she asked. “My pussy is quite tasty.”

“Yes,” I groaned and buried my face into her pussy.

She groaned as I licked at her, tasting her tart juices. I stroked my tongue through her folds. She quivered in delight as I licked at her with such passion. She whimpered at the pleasure I gave her. Her butt-cheeks clenched beneath my hands.

I was so glad to feast on her pussy. To lick through her folds. I stroked up and down her. She moaned in delight as I devoured her cunt. Her black hair spilled down her back. My tongue buried into her teenage twat.

She was barely legal.

“Sir,” she moaned. “Oh, oh, sir!”

I plunged my tongue into her pussy and swirled around in her. I licked at her, my tongue dancing around in her cunt. She trembled as I did that. I knew she loved everything I was doing to her. This was such a wonderful moment.

I fucked my tongue in and out of her cunt as she quivered there. Her pussy clamped down on me as I lapped at her. Her juices spilled down my chin. I wanted to drown in her cunt cream. I feasted on her barely legal twat.

She was the same age as my youngest daughter.

“Liz,” I groaned.

“Oh, oh, sir!” she moaned. “Are you enjoying your dessert?”

“Yes,” I growled. “I want to drown in your tart cream!”

“You will,” she moaned. “Keep stimulating me, sir!”

My tongue stroked through her pussy folds. I licked at her with such passion. I lapped at her with such passion. I loved stroking through her wonderful petals. I found her clit. She squealed as I tongued her bud.

I stroked around her clit, aching to set her up. I would fuck her so hard once she drowned me in her pussy cream. I suckled and nibbled on her bud. This was just such a perfect moment. She whimpered, humping back against me.

“Sir, sir,” she moaned. “Your stimulation is so perfect. Oh, oh, sir!”

“Good,” I growled. “Cum, slut!”

“I will!” she moaned. “Does it make you happy that I’m your slut?”

“So fucking happy!”

I suckled on her clit hard. She moaned as I did that. Her entire body trembled. My tongue stroked over her bud. She shuddered as I did that to her. I lapped at her with such passion, eager to drown in her pussy cream. Her tart juices grew hotter. They dripped down my chin as she moaned louder.

I tongued her bud, stroking over it as rapidly as I could. I used to make my wife cum before she became a whore. The Hispanic slut gasped, her butt-cheeks clenching. Her head tossed. I knew she was close.

“Sir, sir, that’s it!” she gasped. “You stimulated me!”

Her tart juices gushed out.

I drowned in her pussy cream, licking up that wonderful delight. I stroked through her hot folds, so glad to have all that passion flooding out of her. She moaned, her head tossing. She trembled through her passion.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she moaned. “That’s so good! Oh, my, sir!”

I licked through her petals, gathering up her tart juices. I loved drowning in her delight, my cock so hard. I could fuck her now. I had made her cum. I had done my part as a man. My wife wouldn’t let me fuck her if I didn’t make her cum first.

“Oh, oh, sir!” she moaned. “Thank you for the stimulation, but I must stimulate you!”

“Yes!” I growled and rose. I shoved down my shorts. My cock popped out. “I haven’t had any pussy in… in a fucking year!” My wife had stopped putting out long before the divorce.

“Mmm, you need to be stimulated by pussy, sir,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, that’s what you need. That will make you happy.”

“So fucking happy,” I growled and slid my cock down her butt-cheek. I nuzzled into her cunt. “Take it!”

I thrust into her cunt.

She squealed in delight as I filled up her tight, hot, silky snatch. Barely legal pussy. I was in heaven. My hands slid beneath her apron to find her large breasts. I kneaded the shortstack’s tits, her pussy gripping my cock.

I loved every second of being in her. I drew back my cock. She moaned as she clamped down on me. She held me tight with her pussy. I pumped away at her, reveling in her hot cunt around my cock. It was glorious.

I kneaded her large tits. They were firm with youth. I loved fucking her as she gasped and moaned. She felt so delicious. I savored the warmth of her pussy around my dick. She gripped my cock with this amazing heat.

She felt so incredible around me.

“Liz!” I groaned.

“Is my pussy’s stimulation making you happy, sir?” she moaned.

“So fucking happy!” I groaned.

“Good, good!” She flashed me a smile over her shoulder. “People should make you happy! That’s how things should work!”’

“Yes, yes, people should make each other happy!” I groaned, fucking into her pussy with hard strokes. “Damn, that’s good! That’s fucking good!”

“Yay!” she squealed, clamping her silky twat down on me.

That heat massaged me as I buried into her cunt. I plowed to the hilt in her barely legal twat. She was the best pussy I had ever been in. Had my wife’s felt so good at eighteen? I couldn’t remember. We had been high school sweethearts, married right after graduation.

Supposed to love me forever.

Anger swept through me. I squeezed the slut’s tits and fucked her cunt hard and fast. I buried into her cunt with force. She squeezed down on me, driving me wild. I fucked her with all that I had, reveling in that wonderful cunt around my dick.

She gasped and moaned as I pounded her hard. I loved how she held my pussy with that wonderful sheath. She drove me wild as I fucked her deep and hard. I buried my cock into her twat, ready to erupt into her snatch.

“Ooh, ooh, sir!” she moaned as I pounded her. “You’re amazing!”

“Yeah!” I growled, squeezing her tits. “And what are you? My slut?”

“Do you want me to be your slut?” she asked as I buried into her cunt with hard strokes. “Would that make you happy, sir?”

“Yes!” I growled, my fingers finding her nipples. I pinched them. Twisted them.

“Then I’m your slut, sir!” she gasped. “Oh, oh, yes! I’ll make you so happy!”

Those words had me slamming into her cunt with hard thrusts. I loved what I was hearing. I wanted her to be my slut. I craved for that delight. I twisted her nipples as she gasped louder. Her pussy clamped down on me.

I fucked her hard and fast, slamming into her cunt. It was just a wonderful time to pound her anal sheath. She wiggled her hips back and forth, stirring my twat around my dick. She moaned louder and louder. I knew she was close to cumming.

“Please, please,” she gasped. “That’s it, sir! You’re stimulating me so well. I… I… Yes!”

Her cunt writhed around my dick.

I groaned as I pumped away at her cunt. I reveled in her snatch spasming around my dick. It felt so perfect to have her doing that. It was incredible. I loved it. I fucked into her twat with hard strokes. I buried over and over into her. The need to cum in her tight, barely legal twat hit the bursting point.

“Yes, yes,” I groaned. “I’m going to cum!”

“Cum in me or on me!” she gasped. “Whatever makes you happy!”

“Creampies make me happy!” I growled as I buried into her cunt.

I erupted.

I spurted blast after blast of cum into her pussy. She rippled around me, suckling at me with that hot flesh. It was incredible to dump my load into her. She groaned as she rippled around me. She suckled at me with her silky flesh.

“Oh, oh, sir!” she moaned. “Sir, sir, that’s it!”

“That’s fucking it!” I growled, dumping my load into her cunt. “Shit, shit, take it!”

“I am, sir!” she whimpered.

Her pussy spasmed around my cock. I squeezed her tits, loving the thrill of dumping my load into her writhing cunt. She milked my cock with her pussy. She suckled out the cum that I had in my nuts. I dumped it all into her.

It was so glorious to have her cunt rippling around my cock. I groaned, spurting the last of my cum into her pussy. I felt so damned good. The pleasure washed through me. Her cunt spasmed around my dick. I groaned as she kept working out any drops of jizz.

“You’re amazing,” I groaned.

“That’s so good to hear, sir,” she purred as I pulled out of her. My cock bobbed hard before me. “You said you prefer creampies, sir?”

“Yeah, in most pornos the guy pulls out and jacks off on the slut’s face or tits.” I shrugged. “I mean, that’s hot, but cumming in a girl’s hotter. So few do creampie porn. That’s all.”

“Noted, sir,” she said, turning around. The apron was disturbed, so one of her boobs was now exposed. “You also enjoy anal?”

My cock twitched. Fuck, I was still hard.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’ve only enjoyed it twice. My wife agreed twice. Once when we first married, and a second time on our tenth anniversary. She’s probably given her ass up to my fucking boss. Dick.”

“We cannot have your boss or wife cause you pain,” said Liz. She hopped up onto the counter and lifted her apron. She spread her legs apart. My cum ran out of her pussy, down her taint, and dripped over her asshole. “Now, I am eager to give you anal pleasure to make you happy.”

“God, you’re almost perfect,” I said as I moved forward and pressed my cock against her anal ring. “Shit, I am going to fuck your asshole so hard.”

“That makes me happy, sir,” she said and smiled at me. “Happiness is part of harmony, the greatest good.”

“Yeah,” I grunted and thrust.

Her anal ring stretched and stretched to take my cock. I drilled against her as she gasped, her slender thighs gripping my waist. Her boobs jiggled. The right one popped out now, too, her dark-brown nipples hard.

“Oh, oh, that’s so wonderful, sir,” she moaned as her asshole surrendered.

I slid into her asshole.

Liz’s tight, velvety bowels devoured my dick. I shuddered as I sank deeper and deeper into her bowels. It was a wonderful thrill to penetrate into her anal sheath. She squeezed down on me as I penetrated farther into her.

Barely legal ass massaged my cock.

“This is incredible,” I groaned.

“It is, sir,” she whimpered.

Her asshole gripped my cock as I drew back my dick. The pleasure spilled down my thighs as I slammed back into her anal sheath. I enjoyed the way her bowels clamped down on me. It was incredible to pump away at her.

I fucked her bowels as she whimpered. Her head tossed, and her big tits jiggled. The delicious Latina slut held my cock with her wonderful asshole. She gasped in delight as I fucked her hard. My nuts slapped into her butt-cheeks.

“Damn!” I groaned. “That’s incredible.

“So incredible, sir!” she whimpered.

Her head tossed back and forth as the pressure built and built at the tip of my cock. The need to cum in her built and built. I had to erupt in her bowels. I could not wait to dump my load into her anal sheath. She clamped down on me.

I grunted, fucking into her anal sheath with all that I had. I wanted to erupt. She gasped, her head tossing. Her pussy dripped with cum and cream as I pounded her bowels. Her boobs bounced. She was such a sexy piece of ass.

A Latina hottie.

“Sir!” she squealed. “Oh, sir, yes, yes, the stimulation!”

Her asshole spasmed around my cock.

I groaned and fucked her asshole hard. Her velvety flesh spasmed around my dick. Her boobs jiggled around the apron as I fucked her bowels hard. Pussy cream gushed out of her cunt and spilled over my shaft. I loved the sight as the pressure burst.

I buried into her and erupted.

“Fuck!” I growled.

“An anal creampie!” she squealed as I dumped my load into her bowels. “Yes!”

Her asshole convulsed around my dick. It was incredible. I savored the way her bowels rippled around my cock. It was an incredible treat to dump my load into her bowels. The pleasure slammed through my body.

I dumped all my cum into her bowels. She moaned as she milked my dick. I pumped her full of my cum while the Hispanic cutie beamed at me. Her boobs jiggled as she shuddered through her own orgasm. Her thighs gripped me.

“Yes,” I groaned, spurting the last of my cum into her asshole.

“Mmm, sir,” she cooed, “would you like me to suck your cock clean?”

“Ass to mouth?” I asked. One of the holy grails I had always wanted to enjoy like spanking a slut or pissing on her. “You’d do that?”

“Yes!” She smiled at me. “I want to make you happy, sir!”

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Further analysis of data complete. An expansion of our goals of unity and harmony and happiness are to be achieved. Commence the production of new art. New opportunities are to be created to engender physical joy.

At once.

All in unity.

I have released a part 26 of the revamped Devil’s Pact on Smashwords. Read this post for more information if you’re interested!